You're getting obsessed with chocolate.
No, I’m not.
Yes, you are. You’ve been staring at those chocolate pictures on screen all day.
Not all day. I wrote the flyers for the two new pamphlets and the press release for Montezuma and did the bio pages for Ruth and Tom on the website and the August competition. And I made two lists, wrote a letter to Tony, several emails, all of the ironing and emptied four kitchen cupboards ready for tomorrow when the Men come.
Well, what are you staring at right now? It’s that chocolate thing AGAIN.
I’m making the postcard.
Postcard? How much chocolate stuff do we need?
I don’t know. But it’s fun, isn’t it?
Fun. Two thousand pamphlets sitting in the bedroom unsold and she’s talking about fun. And what are those things?
Templates for the choc-lit badges.
Bands have them. And magnets. I thought it’d be nice to do choc-lit fridge magnets.
Eight boxes of chocolate books under the stairs and you're talking about magnets. Magnets. So when do we get to SELL any of them?
I can’t put them in the shop until Sophie’s done the fish. And the bookmarks. But I’ve done the product page. Or nearly. And Sarah’s thinking how to set up the fish ‘special offer’.
Fish? Special offer?
The Pittenweem chocolate fish. I thought the first 25 orders could get free fish. Sophie makes chocolate shards too. Which would have been nice, but I thought fish.
I thought we were trying to make money. Not give things away.
Well, sort of. The superior chocolate fish are an incentive. The orders will come flocking in.
Like the one order for one pamphlet that flooded in this morning?
Yes. But more-so.
It’s nearly nine o'clock, you know. Stuff chocolate. When’s dinner? And what the f*** is that music? Sounds like Jamie with a ukelele.
It is Jamie with a ukelele.
So what’s that about?
It’s a chocolate song.
A chocolate SONG?